Junkie's Running Dry

I always looked up on the ones who walked away

Choosing themselves over preset

Ways of looking at a future that had no room for the

Questions they lived for

Always knew i never could have walked away myself

My self worth was beyond any help

And i didnt care to test it against the rejection i had seen before

But those i loved so much they underwent a change

They're working fourty hours they got caught in the game

Like junkies running dry, the vulnerability

They're always there on time

We're never satisfied like junkies running dry

This wonderful generosity

A third of our lives to do what we please

Doesn't look that great to me

In fact it doesnt even look fair

They call it youthful idealism

And even I would have to agree with them

Except some of us grow up and its still there

I grow up too slow I don't wanna go

But now i'm working just like everyone else

But ill get out of here